City on a Hill (2019–…): Season 3, Episode 8 - Whipping Post - full transcript
Jennifer.
Surprise.
Daddy dearest is hitting you
with an assault charge.
Did you assault him?
Yes.
You want to meet him, don't you?
This lost kin of yours.
Secrets are no better than lies.
If we were
to compensate Mendoza,
all parties will sign
a nondisclosure agreement.
Needham's bad acts
have to be exposed.
I'm gonna find a legal loophole
around the NDA.
Want you to deliver that for me.
Bette Williams,
she's a fine, young woman,
very reasonable,
very sensible.
This is gonna get bad,
as in real bad.
What are our
alternative solutions?
You carry a fucking gun
in your briefcase.
My wife and I are alive.
I intend to keep us that way.
Ah, Decourcy, there you are.
You know Sinclair Dryden,
don't you?
If there ever was a table
I wanted no fucking place at.
Mr. Dryden wants to cooperate.
Cooperate how?
Answer your questions.
Submit tapes from
his home security system.
Take a polygraph test.
Whatever you need
to clear his name.
I'm not in the business
of clearing names.
Neither are you.
Yet you did
with Curtis Whitaker.
He was innocent.
So is he.
Legally speaking,
Mr. Dryden is protected
by civil law against...
Is there a reason
you're speaking on his behalf?
You plan to represent him
at trial?
Sinclair has always been
an ally to this office,
our office,
the office you hope to run when
I'm elected State's Attorney
- next Tuesday.
- Hmm.
Mr. Ward,
if what you think happened
actually happened,
why hasn't a single woman
come forward
and spoken out against me?
Because they're afraid.
Of what, a-a bald guy
with a bad back?
A senior citizen?
Of a man so powerful
and connected,
he's got the District Attorney
carrying his water.
All right, look, look,
I'm not upset
that you're investigating me.
You're doing your job.
And I don't have the wherewithal
to sit here
and say something clever,
so I'm just...
I'm gonna be frank.
Jackie Rohr
is trying to fuck me.
That's really
none of my concern.
Well, then you're not looking
at the full picture,
because he's
fucking you as well.
He is using you to extort me.
He gets 2,000 bucks a week
to, what, sit around my house,
drink my booze, smoke my cigars,
fuck my wife.
Oh.
Oh, did he not mention
that part?
About fucking my wife?
In my bed.
On my goddamn pool table.
Wow.
That's a knock of a man
that's got something to say.
Is Jenny home?
Oh, this is one of the days that
she does her volunteer work.
- Benny?
- She's back at college.
Good, 'cause we need to have
a little chat.
This might get loud.
Well, loud is what we do
in this house.
If these walls could talk,
they would fucking scream.
You want a beer?
Sinclair Dryden has money.
He has influence.
He has high-level
law enforcement experience.
If I take him to trial,
this case needs to be
absolutely bulletproof.
Yeah, I know.
Then why did you fuck his wife?
One's got nothing to do
with the other.
That happened before I knew
what Sinclair was doing.
It's irrelevant.
"The ignorant are ignorant
of their ignorance."
Okay, well,
now I'm insulted.
I hate that fucking word.
It's a slur.
Look, Guy Dan and Sinclair
just ambushed me.
They claim you're trying
to blackmail him.
- And you fucking believe them?
- No. I fucking don't.
But because you can't keep
your cock in your khakis,
the man has
a compelling defense.
The facts are still the facts.
He drugged and raped women.
To prove that,
we need a witness.
I am the witness.
You're looking at the witness.
Jackie, if you take the stand,
you'll have to admit,
under oath,
that you cheated on your wife.
That doesn't prove
Sinclair's guilt.
That just proves
to a jury of your peers
that you can't be trusted.
You fucked away what little
credibility you had left.
Are you done scolding me?
Only because I need
to go figure out
how the fuck
to clean up your mess,
again.
Have you talked to Mom?
No. How's she doing?
She's going on a date.
Oh. Good for her.
Don't you want to know
who she's going on a date with?
No, I don't think I do.
Will Hanlon's dad.
I don't ever
want to get married.
'Cause of what happened
between me and your mom?
Try to remember the good times
we had, sweetheart.
I do try.
What pops into my head first
is you two always,
every day, stressing out.
Well, marriage can
be stressful, sure,
but marriage can also
reduce stress.
Someone will be there for you
when you're sad or sick.
You know, I got food poisoning
on our honeymoon.
Instead of sunbathing
on the beach,
your mother spent the
entire trip in our hotel room
taking care of me, putting
cold rags on my forehead,
bringing me crackers
and ginger ale.
I think Mom's tired
of taking care of people,
especially you.
Yeah.
That's why I'm giving her
as wide a berth as she needs.
Do you think you'll
get back together one day?
If I say yes,
will you stop worrying?
Just talk to Mom, please.
Maybe this is your turn
to take care of her.
Judge Pollack,
the Big Dig is
a public works project.
Our efforts benefit the very
foundation of this city.
We don't want an accident
to taint that for present
or future citizens,
which is why
we're asking to keep
the Hernando Mendoza
documents sealed.
When the recipient
of a settlement is a minor,
Massachusetts law
requires court approval,
which means the information
becomes public record.
But the money doesn't
become fully available until
Mr. Mendoza's son turns 18.
At which point,
he will no longer be a minor.
Pepe gets a portion now
to cover the cost of living
and his father's medical bills.
So there's a gray area.
I came here today,
in good faith,
to ask for the smallest amount
of discretion.
What makes you think
"good faith" should go your way?
Not the boy's?
What does a 15-year-old,
sitting on $9 million dollars,
stand to gain from the world
knowing his financial situation?
The minute people find out
how much money he has,
every conman in New England
will be knocking down his door.
Shouldn't we protect the child?
Miss Kassell,
I have no doubt that you have
the best intentions,
but the law is the law.
You are so full of shit.
Miss Kassell,
I'm officially done with you.
I no longer have any interest
in what you have to say.
Ah, this isn't about
Pepe or Hernando.
This is about you wanting
to disgrace my company
for your own self-interest.
The ACLU took
this case pro bono.
Oh, that doesn't mean
you won't benefit substantially.
Some front page
publicity to bury
all the negative press
that walloped you.
Negative press that
you fed the papers.
Ah, there's
the bare-knuckle truth,
you're after revenge.
I'm not after anything.
When the cameras start rolling,
don't stare directly
into the bright lights.
They can blind you.
Empty your pockets.
Thank you.
Step through, please.
Hi, uh, Jenny Rohr.
Name of the patient
you're scheduled to see?
Joseph Congemi Junior.
Relationship to patient?
He's my brother. Half-brother.
Uh, Joseph just received
his daily prescriptions.
They should take full effect
in about 30 minutes,
- if you don't mind waiting.
- No, not at all.
What kind of medication
is he taking?
I'm not allowed to say.
Not even to a relative?
Only if that relative
is a court-appointed guardian.
And that'd be who?
Like, his-his mother?
Again,
I'm not at liberty to say.
Please fill these out and,
uh, have a seat over there.
Miss Chan, I-I'm not asking you
to come back to Boston.
No. I'd-I'd be more than willing
to fly to Pittsburgh,
talk to you there.
No, no, no, I-I would never
force you to testify.
I just want to hear your
perspective about what happened.
I... Yes, I-I know
what kind of man
Sinclair Dryden is,
that's why
we need to act now. I...
O-O-Okay.
Yeah, I-I understand.
Yes.
I'm sorry to have troubled you,
Miss Chan.
Thank you.
Lucy Chan won't come forward?
Nope.
Dryden's abused five women,
that we know of.
One of them's dead, the rest
of them are silent as she is.
Still no sign of Bette Williams.
Maybe we take another run
at Irina Zhevakin?
No. I can't keep hounding her.
She's too fragile.
Well, we do have Willie Ruder.
He's FBI.
He'll get on the stand,
say Dryden paid him
to intimidate Irina.
Uh-uh.
I checked Ruder's record.
He's not exactly a Boy Scout.
Dryden's lawyer'll
rip him apart.
We need more.
Where's Jackie? And what's he
doing to move the ball forward?
Who the fuck knows?
Hello, Bette.
Mr. Rohr. How'd you find me?
Well, you used a credit card
to check in.
I don't really feel
like talking.
Well, I-I can handle
the talking part.
That's my favorite pastime.
You know, people who have
been through shit,
the real shit, you don't
hear them whining, right?
And then, I don't know,
maybe it's because
they see something
that we don't,
or-or-or they think that
no one's gonna pay attention.
My wife and my daughter, uh,
they've suffered,
just like you've suffered.
And I can't take
their pain away,
and it kills me.
Kills me every day.
And I can't take your pain away,
but I can offer you something
that they never had,
a chance to be heard.
How old's your daughter?
Benedetta is 18 years old.
Is she okay?
Yeah, sh-she is, uh...
somehow.
Must've been tough for her.
Well, yeah, she's relentless.
You know, that's always been
her way of coping.
But you got to do
what works for you,
and you alone.
And if the answer is nothing,
then I swear
on my sweet, strong Benny,
I will go away and you will
never see my face again.
Jenny.
I know what you're thinking.
Man, that's a great shirt.
Christ, I spent
damn near half the day
trying to decide what to wear,
and you saying that...
...just made me feel
like an idiot.
Isn't that what brothers
are for?
I don't know. I never had one.
Till now.
You knew who I was
the second I walked in.
Well, of course.
Did we ever meet before?
Uh, when I was little, or...?
No, but I've seen you before.
- You have?
- I was at your wedding.
- Oh, you were?
- I stood outside.
Why?
I wanted to be close.
Why didn't you come in,
you know?
Say something, uh,
you know, wave, even.
And ruin your day? No.
No way.
You were so...
you were so pretty.
And your husband, too. He was...
- He seemed sweet.
- Yeah.
He was.
Dad wasn't there.
Didn't invite him.
I used to hate him, too.
Used to?
I'm not counting chickens
or anything, but...
you think Sinclair knew,
eventually, he'd get caught?
He's a fucking fiend.
Fiends don't think
about consequences.
Mm, true, but...
still, you got to wonder,
why'd he hire you?
Hi. Uh, we, uh,
can do this in my office
if you think that would
make you feel more comfortable,
o-or outside.
There's a-a nice park
just right around the corner.
I'm-I'm good here.
Now, feel free to interrupt me
if you need a break.
Miss Williams, being here today
takes no small amount
of courage.
I don't feel particularly
courageous at the moment.
Quite the opposite.
Is that why
you waited to come forward?
- I figured you'd lead with that.
- Oh, it's a...
just a question,
not a... an accusation.
No, it's okay. Uh...
I should probably get used
to people doubting me,
calling me names,
scarlet "A" on the chest.
You know,
tell me what happened
that night.
Or-or just whatever
you're thinking right now.
I'm here to listen.
Well, um...
Quaaludes stay in your system
for about 70 hours.
Three days.
So, when I woke up,
I was still in a fog.
Like a hangover
on top of a concussion.
With all that guilt and anxiety,
"What am I doing with my life?
I'm never drinking again."
"Is this the alcohol,
or is something
actually wrong with me?"
And then it started
to come back.
Pieces of the memories,
never the full thing.
The sound of the bed,
the sweat, and, uh, the smell.
Even talking about it now,
my-my head
gets really fuzzy.
It feels like it slows down,
like, stops working.
Like I'm still drugged.
So, to, um,
answer your question.
I never came forward
because I didn't know
how to articulate
what had happened.
And when I finally could
put a sentence together, I...
figured I was too late,
which made me even more ashamed.
Yeah, wow, I, uh...
I'd-I'd have probably felt
the exact same way.
Thanks for saying that.
Jackie Rohr, the Drydens'
head of security,
he gave you an envelope?
Twenty-five thousand dollars
in cash from Sinclair.
Yeah, he gave me that
to keep me quiet
and away from rooms like this.
When you take the stand, uh,
the defense, in all likelihood,
will hassle you
for accepting a bribe.
I took that money so Sinclair
would leave me alone,
so he would forget me.
I didn't spend a dime.
Dad abandoned us when I was...
when I was six years old,
and, uh...
you know, so of course
I walked around
thinking terrible shit
about him.
Well, you should be glad
he left.
I was, for a while, but then
I started having problems.
And...
my mom had her own issues.
She couldn't handle mine.
Dad found out about that,
he came back.
He took charge,
emptied his bank account
to get me treatment.
- No fucking way.
- It's true.
Dad was kind.
But he visits.
He comes in, it's like, uh,
first Friday of the month,
every month, he just...
The man is no teddy bear.
Uh, you know, not even
fucking close, but...
I can't hate him.
I can't...
Just not anymore.
You're a better man than I am.
You don't knock?
Did I startle you?
Not one bit.
I got a story
I think you're gonna like.
Oh, good. I love your stories.
You embroider the truth
so dexterously.
There was this kid
back in law school.
Rob Huff, and at our
graduation ceremony,
he kept shouting,
"Whipping Post,"
over and over again,
top of his lungs.
"Whipping Post, Whipping Post,
Whipping Post."
Are you familiar with that song?
Yeah, unfortunately, I am.
And, here's the thing,
I can't remember
anything else about him.
I don't know where this kid
was from.
I don't know
what classes he took.
I could barely describe
his face to you,
but I remember his name
and I remember "Whipping Post."
So...
that's the space that people
get in our heads,
you know? So many faces,
so many conversations, memories.
We parse people down
to one thing,
to one single fucking thing.
And Rob Huff
will forever be
the "Whipping Post" guy.
And you?
You're a rapist.
You went to Letitia first,
didn't you?
Warned her, tried to
get her to betray me.
Ah, that I did.
Yeah, well, not smart.
You fuck her, you fall for her,
then you come in here and
you're making these accusations.
A discerning mind might, uh...
might think this was
a desperate attempt
to win the affections
of my wife.
Did you hurt her like you hurt
the rest of the girls?
Ah, Jesus.
You do love her.
Absolutely not.
I take back what I said
about you
embroidering the truth.
That was a pretty hollow denial.
Did you love any of them?
Bette?
Irina?
Dominique?
Yes.
Yes, I did, very much.
Well, that's the thing
about love,
it's shit on your shoe
unless they love you back.
And those girls didn't love you.
You had to drug them to get them
within arm's reach,
like the worst kind of coward.
Enough, Jackie.
Get the fuck out of my house
before I call the cops.
They're already here.
Officers.
Oh, fuck.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay.
Let me just...
let me take off my watch,
so you don't scratch the face.
Are-are you gonna come back?
Yeah.
No, I'd love to.
I mean, if you'll have me.
Consider this
an open invitation.
No-no-no limits,
no restrictions,
in perpetuity.
Come whenever you want.
Are you lonely here?
Yeah, sometimes.
Are-are you ever allowed
to leave this place?
I don't know.
I-I haven't asked in a while.
You want me to ask for you?
I don't think so.
I mean, where would I go?
I have a question for you.
Why...
Why did you come see me?
I just found out
I have a brother.
Didn't know till now
what I was missing in my life.
Is your life good?
Yeah.
I have
the most wonderful daughter.
I got some nice friends.
I'm healthy.
So you're happy?
Not really.
I have a good life, you know,
but, uh...
I'm not happy.
Does that make any sense?
Yeah. I think
it's probably more common
than you think.
Maybe.
But it's still no way to live.
Yeah, I'm realizing that
more and more every day.
You have a beautiful home,
Mrs. Dryden.
Exquisite.
Thank you. But we both know
that you're not here
about the house.
Well...
In a way, I am.
How far are you willing to go
to keep it?
Mr. Ward, I'm as shocked
as you are by these allegations.
Well,
let me inform you unequivocally
that your husband is guilty.
Oh, I doubt that very much.
And I know him better
than anyone.
Better than you do.
Oh. Then you must be aware
of his infidelities.
That's a conversation for
a husband and wife in private.
You're clearly a smart woman.
So, you know, I-I just...
I have a hard time
accepting
that you spent 12 years
living with someone so amoral
and didn't suspect
the harm he caused.
My husband hasn't been convicted
of a crime.
Nor will he be,
because he's innocent.
If I believe that, won't a jury?
Have you ever strayed
in your marriage, Mrs. Dryden?
That's also a husband
- and a wife conversation.
- Hmm.
Are affairs routine behavior
for you?
Or is Jackie special?
It's a fair warning.
If you protect Sinclair,
I will have no choice
but to eviscerate you.
On the stand. In the press.
No more galas, gallery openings.
No, you'll become a leper
to all those high society folks
you spent your entire adult life
trying so hard to impress.
The whole world will know
that you facilitated
sexual abuse.
Fighting blackmail
with blackmail.
No, I'm offering choices.
Speak the truth on your husband
or face conspiracy charges.
The, uh, forensics team's
outside.
You might want to take a walk
while they work.
Mull things over a bit.
No. I'm comfortable where I am.
"Kiss Off" by Violent Femmes
I take one, one, one
'cause you left me
And two, two, two for my family
And three, three, three
for my heartache
And four, four, four
for my headaches
And five, five, five
for my lonely
And six, six, six for my sorrow
And seven, seven, seven
for n-n-no tomorrow
And eight, eight,
I forget what eight was for
But nine, nine, nine
for the lost gods
Ten, ten, ten, ten
for everything
Everything, everything,
everything
Well, you can all
just kiss off into the air
Behind my back
I can see them stare
They'll hurt me bad,
but I won't mind
They'll hurt me bad,
they do it all the time...
How'd it go?
Forensics didn't find anything.
Yeah, well, we figured as much.
No, I-I meant with Letitia.
Did you scare some sense
into her?
The woman didn't flinch.
Yeah, that's probably
the fucking Botox.
Hey, look, the lab
will sniff something out.
All right?
Pill residue, bloodstain.
Well, what about
that surveillance video
that I gave you?
That-That'll paint
a not-so-pretty picture
- for the jury, right?
- Maybe.
Uh, it shows women in the house,
but the tape also shows them
going up the stairs
with Sinclair voluntarily.
Which, I assume, is why
there are cameras in the hallway
but nowhere near a mattress.
Yeah, but I saw Bette Williams
that night.
She was stumbling around
in a daze,
clearly on something.
Well, on the video,
she looks drunk.
And considering
she initially took hush money,
we need more.
It's always "more"
with you, Dee.
Chris.
Come in.
How are you, Elena?
Pretty much the same, I guess.
Alone.
You came all the way to Holbrook
to ask me that?
Well,
the details of Duke's murder,
his involvement in
the drug ring, that was harsh.
Wanted to see
how you were holding up.
Figured Duke hid shit from me,
but this?
My husband robbing dealers?
Shootouts with other cops?
Jesus Christ.
I'm not sure if knowing
makes things easier or harder.
- Coffee?
- Mm-hmm.
Well,
least the guys who killed him
are headed to prison, right?
The guy I thought was guilty
has been set free.
We live in a topsy-turvy world.
If there's anything I can do...
No. No more.
I might be a widow, but I don't
want to be treated like one.
How about I take you
to dinner, then?
To be honest,
that's why I stopped by,
to ask you on a date.
I'm too old for dating games.
Can we just skip to the part
when you bring me home?
I mean, we're already here.
Something bothering you?
Eh, nothing worth discussing.
Well, now I'm curious.
It's just the Dryden case.
It's a coin flip.
Mm. Like most of the work we do?
Mm-hmm. As I said,
it's not worth discussing.
Your turn.
My bosses want me to do
an interview for Channel Four.
About the lawsuit and
the Mendozas and the Big Dig.
Hey, that's great.
What's the problem?
Is a good deed still a good deed
if you run around bragging?
Yeah. 'Cause this is
your career.
Being... being ambitious
isn't a sin.
"When ambition ends,
happiness begins."
Hey, the man who said that
is a monk,
lives in an abbey, barely spoke.
All right, you are a lawyer.
A little showmanship
is essential.
What if I panic or freeze up
or say the wrong thing?
You know how I've been
since the shooting.
Life has dropped
the worst in your lap,
and here you are
winning big cases.
What does that tell you?
That I got lucky.
That you can handle anything.
Got a news flash for you, Molly.
Gravy train's over.
You can tell the upstairs maid,
you can tell
the downstairs maid.
You can tell that
dickhead driver,
"Best to get off
at the next stop."
Slow down, Mr. Rohr.
I-I don't quite grasp
what you're meaning.
Time has come for
everybody in the castle
to save your own asses.
Subpoenas.
Got one for each of you.
Miss Murphy, if I were you,
I'd cooperate.
So, this ain't the end
I saw you again today
I had to turn my heart away...
Hey, Moustafa.
What happened to the BMW?
I hated that Nazi shitbox.
I'm a red, white and
blue-blooded patriot.
I drive American.
And right now, so do you.
Get in.
Fuck off.
Why you getting
so testy with me?
My girlfriend's 3,000 miles away
because of you.
Well, you're in luck.
It's time for Victoria Dryden
to come on home,
which is why I need you.
So I say again, with increasing
urgency and agitation,
get in.
No deal.
But I haven't even
laid out my terms.
No matter what you say,
the answer will be
an emphatic no.
Miss Hofmann, are you really
that confident?
Thank you for wasting
my time, Counselor.
Well, before you head back
to the Ponderosa,
here's an updated list
of the witnesses
we plan to call at trial.
Would have been nice to get this
to us a little sooner.
Apologies. We're spread
a little thin here.
You know, new cases every day.
She asked for
protective custody.
Jackie's handling that.
Which is what you
paid him for, right?
Anything Victoria says
about Dominique Zanghi
will be hearsay.
The 30-second incoherent,
drug-induced phone call
won't carry weight in court.
I'll make sure of that.
I doubt they'll ask
about Dominique.
They don't need to.
Victoria attacks your character,
we dismantle hers.
History of self-destructive
behavior.
Prescription medication
for mental health issues.
Might be our only viable option.
We used to fight,
Victoria and I.
Sometimes I even provoked her
to toughen her up.
Until now, I never realized...
...she truly hates me.
Sinclair...
if we're not tactical,
we could lose.
Sleep on this.
I need to find Victoria.
Gotta reason with her.
In the meantime, if my wife
asks about the case,
you do not mention my daughter.
Tell her that we are in...
We're in good shape.
Why?
Well, I don't want to give
Letitia a reason to worry.
We need to be tactical,
as you say.
Yeah?
I wanted to wish you luck
on the Dryden trial,
and offer some
unsolicited advice.
Oh, the best kind.
You probably think that you need
to focus on the male jurors;
That women are more likely
to believe women.
But the dividing line
is usually age.
Right. Young people tend
to identify with the victim
while old people, they think,
"Grow a pair of balls, kid."
We lost a case like this
back in Chicago.
Did a study to tighten up
our voir dire.
During your opening
and closing arguments,
aim for the gray hair.
Well, look at you being
all genuine and helpful.
You said we're not a team. Fine.
But a creep like Dryden
needs to be crushed.
Your Honor,
we are convened today
in the matter of the
Commonwealth v. Sinclair Dryden.
Mr. Ward, you may proceed
with your opening statement.
Sinclair Dryden raped women.
He drugged them, undressed them,
put a condom on his genitals,
and then he penetrated
their unconscious,
unconsenting bodies.
Now, does that make you
uncomfortable?
Good.
Perhaps it'll give you a sense
of how his victims felt.
I mean, the man poisoned women
for his own gratification.
Why? I do not know.
But that doesn't matter.
What matters is that
this happened.
You'll get to hear
how it happened
step by step, straight from
one of the women
whose life he infected.
Now, the defense
will most likely try
to shame this woman.
Convince you that she's
an opportunist, a liar,
or even weak.
Why? Because that's
the easiest way
to obscure the truth.
The witness is fully aware
that she will be ridiculed
and embarrassed and harassed.
But she still wants
to take the stand.
That should tell you
all you need to know.
She's willing to endure
more pain
just so she can stop
Sinclair Dryden.
Now, we have a mountain
of evidence
that will prove his guilt.
Toxicology reports,
surveillance cam footage.
Sworn testimony from key figures
of his staff.
Now, if all of this
doesn't demonstrate
a pattern of criminal behavior
beyond reasonable doubt,
Victoria Dryden...
Sinclair's own daughter...
will put her hand on a Bible
and tell you exactly
what kind of man her father is.
Let that sink in.
His own child thinks
he's a sexual predator.
You here about the lawsuit?
No. Take the money.
Take the house.
Whatever else you want.
Except the model airplanes.
Those are in the trash.
Then what are you doing here?
I came to say...
I'm sorry.
For hitting you.
That's not who I am.
Oh, I guess you want me
to apologize in return.
No. You had 30 years.
You lost your chance.
Your husband told me
to stay away, so I did.
Before that?
What would you like me
to have said?
That I was ashamed?
I don't even know.
I went to see your son.
Yeah, my brother.
Ah, he loves you.
Says you take care of him.
Which fucks me up even more.
With Junior I can be a parent.
With you,
I'll always be the villain.
No, there was good, too.
I remember.
Going to the playground
after church.
Sledding at Whitman Park
whenever there was enough snow.
Since I was 14, all I wanted
was an explanation
so I could stop blaming myself.
You know, make the hurt go away.
But seeing you
back at the house,
looking at you right now,
I realize that shit
doesn't really go away.
I just gotta learn
to live with it.
You shouldn't have done
what you did, Dad.
Not to your daughter.
Not to anyone.
Jennifer, if you didn't
know this before,
you should know it now.
You don't need jack shit
from me.
That's the first decent thing
you ever said to me, Dad.
Hello?
Letitia?
Hello?
Honey?
And Theseus killed the minotaur
with his bare hands.
Due to unforeseeable
circumstances,
the trial will be postponed.
This was very foreseeable,
Your Honor.
The defendant never should have
been granted bail.
But that's a moot point.
The defendant, he's unconscious
in a hospital bed.
We can't proceed without him.
We will resume when Mr. Dryden
is medically cleared
to stand trial.
Court is adjourned.
All rise.
I know, kid. It's fucked up.
Fucked up and more of the same.
This is what he does.
He gets away.
- What do you got?
- The notes you asked for.
Thank you.
Quiet on the set.
Do you need a minute?
- No. I'm ready, thank you.
- And in four,
three...
So, Ms. Quays, tell us
the ACLU's position
on this case.
Well, unions don't exist
to provide cheap labor
for corporations, or voting
blocks for politicians.
They exist to protect
their workers.
Which is why the construction
union's inaction
is beyond unacceptable.
Hernando Mendoza was the victim
of criminal negligence.
The union did nothing.
They've still done nothing.
The question we need
answered now is: Why?
Fuck.
Yeah, I knew
something was going on.
I'm not a total fucking idiot.
Well, I thought
you should hear it from me.
Or him.
Hell hath no fury
like a rich bitch
who didn't get her way.
Well, at least she had
the decency
to come and tell me the truth.
Yeah, her demented version
of the truth
to gaslight you and get at me.
I only told Jenny what
I thought she'd want to hear.
Nothing more.
I'm finished, so I'll leave.
Don't come looking for me
or I'll get a restraining order.
You knew what your boss
was doing to those poor girls
and you still went to work.
Well, no, no,
that-that was because...
You wanted to keep
fucking his wife.
There's no denying
I'm a piece of shit,
so I will resist the urge
to talk my way back
into your graces.
You sure?
You don't want to tell me
some story about
something your mom did
to fuck you up?
You're always hiding
behind your stories.
Yeah. Being with you
day after day,
I hear the same shit
over and over.
- No surprises.
- No surprises, Jen.
I could say the same
fucking thing about you.
I have a brother.
I saw my father again,
and I slept with someone.
You did what?
I slept with someone.
Out of spite.
But also 'cause I wanted to.
- Who?
- Doesn't matter who.
I disagree.
He's who I think he is, right?
- Right.
- Well,
there's a twist.
You're just as big
a piece of shit as I am.
Yep.
We're fuckin' perfect
for each other.
I'll pack a bag.
Mine's already packed.
I need out of this house.
Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.
I want to thank each of you
for your help,
your support, your hard work,
and most importantly,
your votes! Ha, ha!
Thank you.
Very well done, sir.
Good job at the Dryden trial.
There was no trial.
The defendant is comatose.
Because you were gonna win.
Sinclair knew that.
Surrendered.
Sliced open the underbelly.
Seppuku.
Ahh.
All those years
working with him,
collaborating on the same cases,
you didn't know
what he was doing?
No. But even if I did,
knowing isn't enough.
You could have done
some digging.
Could've found some proof,
like we did.
Yeah, well,
everything worked out
sweet as sugar in the end.
And good news,
I'm appointing you
interim District Attorney.
Why?
- That's really your response?
- That's really my response.
Because you're good
at this, Decourcy.
You're fierce and fearless,
and committed to doing
the right thing.
You're a massive ache
in the ass,
but there's no denying
you were built for this job.
I agree.
Something you should learn.
Being in charge means
you're always gonna
piss someone off.
Every decision makes
this person happy
and that person miserable.
I have no doubt you will excel
at the second part.
You know,
I find myself wondering
how Sinclair knew so much
about our investigation.
Felt like he had
someone on the inside
feeding him information
every step of the way.
I intend to look into that.
Thought you had a date tonight.
I did.
But I left.
Walked out of the restaurant
and came straight here.
Why would you do that?
You know, we get bugs when
you don't clean the stove.
Duly noted.
Chris, I'm sorry.
But after Russ Wallace
and-and Hank Signa
and the funerals
and the fuckin' bagpipes,
I just... I got scared,
and I took the easy way out.
And all that stuff
should have made me
hold onto you tighter.
And I think we should try again.
- You said no?
- Julietta, please.
Mom asked to be a family again,
and you said no?
Sweetheart,
we're still a family.
No, we're not, thanks to you!
- Aiden's right.
- Wait.
Give me a chance...
Ah, Miss Rohr,
so sorry for the wait.
Been a busy day.
So, what can I do for you?
I have a brother.
A half brother.
He's in a mental health
facility.
He's been there for years,
and I would like to become
his legal guardian.
When I said I wanted
to buy you dinner
to celebrate your
life-changing promotion,
this isn't quite what
I had in mind.
I was craving shrimp lo mein.
Lo mein is what you
normally eat.
I figured we could
do something special.
Look, I'm happy.
Deliriously happy.
But if I start thinking
I'm special
because of what I do, that would
just make me a dickhead.
Well, I feel special
on your behalf.
Here, let me run out
and grab the food.
You got a mouth on you,
Ms. Quays.
Talking shit about
the construction union on TV.
Words don't work with you.
So how do I get you
to take me seriously?
Drop it.
Drop it.
Now leave, or I will kill you.
All right.
Next time, I'll bring mine.
That's enough, Decourcy.
- How many times?
- I don't know.
How many times did
that man threaten you?
I don't know.
- More than once?
- Yes.
And you never told me?
- Oh, I couldn't.
- Why? Why, Siobhan?
I understand why you lied
about Lulu, but this?
Why would you bring up Lulu?
Because I don't like
being left in the dark,
- especially by you.
- There are things
that I need to handle myself.
And with all the bullshit
that's happened,
I was worried you'd run off
and do something reckless.
Reckless? Reckless?
What, you don't
trust my judgment?
Was I wrong?
Decourcy,
you almost shot that man.
Yes.
And I would've to protect you.
You know, when I first started
at the Bureau,
you-you took a bunch of us
out drinking.
You must've downed,
like, six whiskeys
in the first 30 minutes,
but if you were fucked up,
you kept that to yourself.
End of the night,
you gave us this speech
about how we were gonna see
a lot of bad shit.
And how, when the worst
of the worst happens,
pretty much everyone asks
the same three questions.
First, why me?
It's a reflex to the pain.
Uh, we think if, uh,
we understand
how something happened,
that the pain will go away.
But then, we take it up a notch.
"Why, God?"
It's desperate.
It's existential.
And the third
and final question:
What's for breakfast?
No matter how horrible
the atrocity,
people always forget.
They move on.
They adapt.
It's how we survive,
and it's why bad shit...
keeps happening.
But you told us
that we weren't allowed to ask
that third question.
That our job was
to never forget,
to-to never stop,
'cause what we do is
too important.
So we keep going,
when everybody else is at home
hugging their families.
And eating fucking quiche.
Your wife is gone.
Your daughter is gone.
But I'm here.
And I'm gonna be here
in this chair
every fucking day
until I drag your ass to prison
or to the fucking morgue.
And I know you can hear me
in there.
So fuck you for not responding.
"Whipping Post"
by The All man Brothers Band
I've been run down
I've been lied to
And I don't know why
I let that mean woman
make me a fool
She took all my money
Wrecks my new car
Now she's with one of
my good time buddies
They're drinking
in some crosstown bar
Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel
Like I've been tied
to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dying
Surprise.
Daddy dearest is hitting you
with an assault charge.
Did you assault him?
Yes.
You want to meet him, don't you?
This lost kin of yours.
Secrets are no better than lies.
If we were
to compensate Mendoza,
all parties will sign
a nondisclosure agreement.
Needham's bad acts
have to be exposed.
I'm gonna find a legal loophole
around the NDA.
Want you to deliver that for me.
Bette Williams,
she's a fine, young woman,
very reasonable,
very sensible.
This is gonna get bad,
as in real bad.
What are our
alternative solutions?
You carry a fucking gun
in your briefcase.
My wife and I are alive.
I intend to keep us that way.
Ah, Decourcy, there you are.
You know Sinclair Dryden,
don't you?
If there ever was a table
I wanted no fucking place at.
Mr. Dryden wants to cooperate.
Cooperate how?
Answer your questions.
Submit tapes from
his home security system.
Take a polygraph test.
Whatever you need
to clear his name.
I'm not in the business
of clearing names.
Neither are you.
Yet you did
with Curtis Whitaker.
He was innocent.
So is he.
Legally speaking,
Mr. Dryden is protected
by civil law against...
Is there a reason
you're speaking on his behalf?
You plan to represent him
at trial?
Sinclair has always been
an ally to this office,
our office,
the office you hope to run when
I'm elected State's Attorney
- next Tuesday.
- Hmm.
Mr. Ward,
if what you think happened
actually happened,
why hasn't a single woman
come forward
and spoken out against me?
Because they're afraid.
Of what, a-a bald guy
with a bad back?
A senior citizen?
Of a man so powerful
and connected,
he's got the District Attorney
carrying his water.
All right, look, look,
I'm not upset
that you're investigating me.
You're doing your job.
And I don't have the wherewithal
to sit here
and say something clever,
so I'm just...
I'm gonna be frank.
Jackie Rohr
is trying to fuck me.
That's really
none of my concern.
Well, then you're not looking
at the full picture,
because he's
fucking you as well.
He is using you to extort me.
He gets 2,000 bucks a week
to, what, sit around my house,
drink my booze, smoke my cigars,
fuck my wife.
Oh.
Oh, did he not mention
that part?
About fucking my wife?
In my bed.
On my goddamn pool table.
Wow.
That's a knock of a man
that's got something to say.
Is Jenny home?
Oh, this is one of the days that
she does her volunteer work.
- Benny?
- She's back at college.
Good, 'cause we need to have
a little chat.
This might get loud.
Well, loud is what we do
in this house.
If these walls could talk,
they would fucking scream.
You want a beer?
Sinclair Dryden has money.
He has influence.
He has high-level
law enforcement experience.
If I take him to trial,
this case needs to be
absolutely bulletproof.
Yeah, I know.
Then why did you fuck his wife?
One's got nothing to do
with the other.
That happened before I knew
what Sinclair was doing.
It's irrelevant.
"The ignorant are ignorant
of their ignorance."
Okay, well,
now I'm insulted.
I hate that fucking word.
It's a slur.
Look, Guy Dan and Sinclair
just ambushed me.
They claim you're trying
to blackmail him.
- And you fucking believe them?
- No. I fucking don't.
But because you can't keep
your cock in your khakis,
the man has
a compelling defense.
The facts are still the facts.
He drugged and raped women.
To prove that,
we need a witness.
I am the witness.
You're looking at the witness.
Jackie, if you take the stand,
you'll have to admit,
under oath,
that you cheated on your wife.
That doesn't prove
Sinclair's guilt.
That just proves
to a jury of your peers
that you can't be trusted.
You fucked away what little
credibility you had left.
Are you done scolding me?
Only because I need
to go figure out
how the fuck
to clean up your mess,
again.
Have you talked to Mom?
No. How's she doing?
She's going on a date.
Oh. Good for her.
Don't you want to know
who she's going on a date with?
No, I don't think I do.
Will Hanlon's dad.
I don't ever
want to get married.
'Cause of what happened
between me and your mom?
Try to remember the good times
we had, sweetheart.
I do try.
What pops into my head first
is you two always,
every day, stressing out.
Well, marriage can
be stressful, sure,
but marriage can also
reduce stress.
Someone will be there for you
when you're sad or sick.
You know, I got food poisoning
on our honeymoon.
Instead of sunbathing
on the beach,
your mother spent the
entire trip in our hotel room
taking care of me, putting
cold rags on my forehead,
bringing me crackers
and ginger ale.
I think Mom's tired
of taking care of people,
especially you.
Yeah.
That's why I'm giving her
as wide a berth as she needs.
Do you think you'll
get back together one day?
If I say yes,
will you stop worrying?
Just talk to Mom, please.
Maybe this is your turn
to take care of her.
Judge Pollack,
the Big Dig is
a public works project.
Our efforts benefit the very
foundation of this city.
We don't want an accident
to taint that for present
or future citizens,
which is why
we're asking to keep
the Hernando Mendoza
documents sealed.
When the recipient
of a settlement is a minor,
Massachusetts law
requires court approval,
which means the information
becomes public record.
But the money doesn't
become fully available until
Mr. Mendoza's son turns 18.
At which point,
he will no longer be a minor.
Pepe gets a portion now
to cover the cost of living
and his father's medical bills.
So there's a gray area.
I came here today,
in good faith,
to ask for the smallest amount
of discretion.
What makes you think
"good faith" should go your way?
Not the boy's?
What does a 15-year-old,
sitting on $9 million dollars,
stand to gain from the world
knowing his financial situation?
The minute people find out
how much money he has,
every conman in New England
will be knocking down his door.
Shouldn't we protect the child?
Miss Kassell,
I have no doubt that you have
the best intentions,
but the law is the law.
You are so full of shit.
Miss Kassell,
I'm officially done with you.
I no longer have any interest
in what you have to say.
Ah, this isn't about
Pepe or Hernando.
This is about you wanting
to disgrace my company
for your own self-interest.
The ACLU took
this case pro bono.
Oh, that doesn't mean
you won't benefit substantially.
Some front page
publicity to bury
all the negative press
that walloped you.
Negative press that
you fed the papers.
Ah, there's
the bare-knuckle truth,
you're after revenge.
I'm not after anything.
When the cameras start rolling,
don't stare directly
into the bright lights.
They can blind you.
Empty your pockets.
Thank you.
Step through, please.
Hi, uh, Jenny Rohr.
Name of the patient
you're scheduled to see?
Joseph Congemi Junior.
Relationship to patient?
He's my brother. Half-brother.
Uh, Joseph just received
his daily prescriptions.
They should take full effect
in about 30 minutes,
- if you don't mind waiting.
- No, not at all.
What kind of medication
is he taking?
I'm not allowed to say.
Not even to a relative?
Only if that relative
is a court-appointed guardian.
And that'd be who?
Like, his-his mother?
Again,
I'm not at liberty to say.
Please fill these out and,
uh, have a seat over there.
Miss Chan, I-I'm not asking you
to come back to Boston.
No. I'd-I'd be more than willing
to fly to Pittsburgh,
talk to you there.
No, no, no, I-I would never
force you to testify.
I just want to hear your
perspective about what happened.
I... Yes, I-I know
what kind of man
Sinclair Dryden is,
that's why
we need to act now. I...
O-O-Okay.
Yeah, I-I understand.
Yes.
I'm sorry to have troubled you,
Miss Chan.
Thank you.
Lucy Chan won't come forward?
Nope.
Dryden's abused five women,
that we know of.
One of them's dead, the rest
of them are silent as she is.
Still no sign of Bette Williams.
Maybe we take another run
at Irina Zhevakin?
No. I can't keep hounding her.
She's too fragile.
Well, we do have Willie Ruder.
He's FBI.
He'll get on the stand,
say Dryden paid him
to intimidate Irina.
Uh-uh.
I checked Ruder's record.
He's not exactly a Boy Scout.
Dryden's lawyer'll
rip him apart.
We need more.
Where's Jackie? And what's he
doing to move the ball forward?
Who the fuck knows?
Hello, Bette.
Mr. Rohr. How'd you find me?
Well, you used a credit card
to check in.
I don't really feel
like talking.
Well, I-I can handle
the talking part.
That's my favorite pastime.
You know, people who have
been through shit,
the real shit, you don't
hear them whining, right?
And then, I don't know,
maybe it's because
they see something
that we don't,
or-or-or they think that
no one's gonna pay attention.
My wife and my daughter, uh,
they've suffered,
just like you've suffered.
And I can't take
their pain away,
and it kills me.
Kills me every day.
And I can't take your pain away,
but I can offer you something
that they never had,
a chance to be heard.
How old's your daughter?
Benedetta is 18 years old.
Is she okay?
Yeah, sh-she is, uh...
somehow.
Must've been tough for her.
Well, yeah, she's relentless.
You know, that's always been
her way of coping.
But you got to do
what works for you,
and you alone.
And if the answer is nothing,
then I swear
on my sweet, strong Benny,
I will go away and you will
never see my face again.
Jenny.
I know what you're thinking.
Man, that's a great shirt.
Christ, I spent
damn near half the day
trying to decide what to wear,
and you saying that...
...just made me feel
like an idiot.
Isn't that what brothers
are for?
I don't know. I never had one.
Till now.
You knew who I was
the second I walked in.
Well, of course.
Did we ever meet before?
Uh, when I was little, or...?
No, but I've seen you before.
- You have?
- I was at your wedding.
- Oh, you were?
- I stood outside.
Why?
I wanted to be close.
Why didn't you come in,
you know?
Say something, uh,
you know, wave, even.
And ruin your day? No.
No way.
You were so...
you were so pretty.
And your husband, too. He was...
- He seemed sweet.
- Yeah.
He was.
Dad wasn't there.
Didn't invite him.
I used to hate him, too.
Used to?
I'm not counting chickens
or anything, but...
you think Sinclair knew,
eventually, he'd get caught?
He's a fucking fiend.
Fiends don't think
about consequences.
Mm, true, but...
still, you got to wonder,
why'd he hire you?
Hi. Uh, we, uh,
can do this in my office
if you think that would
make you feel more comfortable,
o-or outside.
There's a-a nice park
just right around the corner.
I'm-I'm good here.
Now, feel free to interrupt me
if you need a break.
Miss Williams, being here today
takes no small amount
of courage.
I don't feel particularly
courageous at the moment.
Quite the opposite.
Is that why
you waited to come forward?
- I figured you'd lead with that.
- Oh, it's a...
just a question,
not a... an accusation.
No, it's okay. Uh...
I should probably get used
to people doubting me,
calling me names,
scarlet "A" on the chest.
You know,
tell me what happened
that night.
Or-or just whatever
you're thinking right now.
I'm here to listen.
Well, um...
Quaaludes stay in your system
for about 70 hours.
Three days.
So, when I woke up,
I was still in a fog.
Like a hangover
on top of a concussion.
With all that guilt and anxiety,
"What am I doing with my life?
I'm never drinking again."
"Is this the alcohol,
or is something
actually wrong with me?"
And then it started
to come back.
Pieces of the memories,
never the full thing.
The sound of the bed,
the sweat, and, uh, the smell.
Even talking about it now,
my-my head
gets really fuzzy.
It feels like it slows down,
like, stops working.
Like I'm still drugged.
So, to, um,
answer your question.
I never came forward
because I didn't know
how to articulate
what had happened.
And when I finally could
put a sentence together, I...
figured I was too late,
which made me even more ashamed.
Yeah, wow, I, uh...
I'd-I'd have probably felt
the exact same way.
Thanks for saying that.
Jackie Rohr, the Drydens'
head of security,
he gave you an envelope?
Twenty-five thousand dollars
in cash from Sinclair.
Yeah, he gave me that
to keep me quiet
and away from rooms like this.
When you take the stand, uh,
the defense, in all likelihood,
will hassle you
for accepting a bribe.
I took that money so Sinclair
would leave me alone,
so he would forget me.
I didn't spend a dime.
Dad abandoned us when I was...
when I was six years old,
and, uh...
you know, so of course
I walked around
thinking terrible shit
about him.
Well, you should be glad
he left.
I was, for a while, but then
I started having problems.
And...
my mom had her own issues.
She couldn't handle mine.
Dad found out about that,
he came back.
He took charge,
emptied his bank account
to get me treatment.
- No fucking way.
- It's true.
Dad was kind.
But he visits.
He comes in, it's like, uh,
first Friday of the month,
every month, he just...
The man is no teddy bear.
Uh, you know, not even
fucking close, but...
I can't hate him.
I can't...
Just not anymore.
You're a better man than I am.
You don't knock?
Did I startle you?
Not one bit.
I got a story
I think you're gonna like.
Oh, good. I love your stories.
You embroider the truth
so dexterously.
There was this kid
back in law school.
Rob Huff, and at our
graduation ceremony,
he kept shouting,
"Whipping Post,"
over and over again,
top of his lungs.
"Whipping Post, Whipping Post,
Whipping Post."
Are you familiar with that song?
Yeah, unfortunately, I am.
And, here's the thing,
I can't remember
anything else about him.
I don't know where this kid
was from.
I don't know
what classes he took.
I could barely describe
his face to you,
but I remember his name
and I remember "Whipping Post."
So...
that's the space that people
get in our heads,
you know? So many faces,
so many conversations, memories.
We parse people down
to one thing,
to one single fucking thing.
And Rob Huff
will forever be
the "Whipping Post" guy.
And you?
You're a rapist.
You went to Letitia first,
didn't you?
Warned her, tried to
get her to betray me.
Ah, that I did.
Yeah, well, not smart.
You fuck her, you fall for her,
then you come in here and
you're making these accusations.
A discerning mind might, uh...
might think this was
a desperate attempt
to win the affections
of my wife.
Did you hurt her like you hurt
the rest of the girls?
Ah, Jesus.
You do love her.
Absolutely not.
I take back what I said
about you
embroidering the truth.
That was a pretty hollow denial.
Did you love any of them?
Bette?
Irina?
Dominique?
Yes.
Yes, I did, very much.
Well, that's the thing
about love,
it's shit on your shoe
unless they love you back.
And those girls didn't love you.
You had to drug them to get them
within arm's reach,
like the worst kind of coward.
Enough, Jackie.
Get the fuck out of my house
before I call the cops.
They're already here.
Officers.
Oh, fuck.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay.
Let me just...
let me take off my watch,
so you don't scratch the face.
Are-are you gonna come back?
Yeah.
No, I'd love to.
I mean, if you'll have me.
Consider this
an open invitation.
No-no-no limits,
no restrictions,
in perpetuity.
Come whenever you want.
Are you lonely here?
Yeah, sometimes.
Are-are you ever allowed
to leave this place?
I don't know.
I-I haven't asked in a while.
You want me to ask for you?
I don't think so.
I mean, where would I go?
I have a question for you.
Why...
Why did you come see me?
I just found out
I have a brother.
Didn't know till now
what I was missing in my life.
Is your life good?
Yeah.
I have
the most wonderful daughter.
I got some nice friends.
I'm healthy.
So you're happy?
Not really.
I have a good life, you know,
but, uh...
I'm not happy.
Does that make any sense?
Yeah. I think
it's probably more common
than you think.
Maybe.
But it's still no way to live.
Yeah, I'm realizing that
more and more every day.
You have a beautiful home,
Mrs. Dryden.
Exquisite.
Thank you. But we both know
that you're not here
about the house.
Well...
In a way, I am.
How far are you willing to go
to keep it?
Mr. Ward, I'm as shocked
as you are by these allegations.
Well,
let me inform you unequivocally
that your husband is guilty.
Oh, I doubt that very much.
And I know him better
than anyone.
Better than you do.
Oh. Then you must be aware
of his infidelities.
That's a conversation for
a husband and wife in private.
You're clearly a smart woman.
So, you know, I-I just...
I have a hard time
accepting
that you spent 12 years
living with someone so amoral
and didn't suspect
the harm he caused.
My husband hasn't been convicted
of a crime.
Nor will he be,
because he's innocent.
If I believe that, won't a jury?
Have you ever strayed
in your marriage, Mrs. Dryden?
That's also a husband
- and a wife conversation.
- Hmm.
Are affairs routine behavior
for you?
Or is Jackie special?
It's a fair warning.
If you protect Sinclair,
I will have no choice
but to eviscerate you.
On the stand. In the press.
No more galas, gallery openings.
No, you'll become a leper
to all those high society folks
you spent your entire adult life
trying so hard to impress.
The whole world will know
that you facilitated
sexual abuse.
Fighting blackmail
with blackmail.
No, I'm offering choices.
Speak the truth on your husband
or face conspiracy charges.
The, uh, forensics team's
outside.
You might want to take a walk
while they work.
Mull things over a bit.
No. I'm comfortable where I am.
"Kiss Off" by Violent Femmes
I take one, one, one
'cause you left me
And two, two, two for my family
And three, three, three
for my heartache
And four, four, four
for my headaches
And five, five, five
for my lonely
And six, six, six for my sorrow
And seven, seven, seven
for n-n-no tomorrow
And eight, eight,
I forget what eight was for
But nine, nine, nine
for the lost gods
Ten, ten, ten, ten
for everything
Everything, everything,
everything
Well, you can all
just kiss off into the air
Behind my back
I can see them stare
They'll hurt me bad,
but I won't mind
They'll hurt me bad,
they do it all the time...
How'd it go?
Forensics didn't find anything.
Yeah, well, we figured as much.
No, I-I meant with Letitia.
Did you scare some sense
into her?
The woman didn't flinch.
Yeah, that's probably
the fucking Botox.
Hey, look, the lab
will sniff something out.
All right?
Pill residue, bloodstain.
Well, what about
that surveillance video
that I gave you?
That-That'll paint
a not-so-pretty picture
- for the jury, right?
- Maybe.
Uh, it shows women in the house,
but the tape also shows them
going up the stairs
with Sinclair voluntarily.
Which, I assume, is why
there are cameras in the hallway
but nowhere near a mattress.
Yeah, but I saw Bette Williams
that night.
She was stumbling around
in a daze,
clearly on something.
Well, on the video,
she looks drunk.
And considering
she initially took hush money,
we need more.
It's always "more"
with you, Dee.
Chris.
Come in.
How are you, Elena?
Pretty much the same, I guess.
Alone.
You came all the way to Holbrook
to ask me that?
Well,
the details of Duke's murder,
his involvement in
the drug ring, that was harsh.
Wanted to see
how you were holding up.
Figured Duke hid shit from me,
but this?
My husband robbing dealers?
Shootouts with other cops?
Jesus Christ.
I'm not sure if knowing
makes things easier or harder.
- Coffee?
- Mm-hmm.
Well,
least the guys who killed him
are headed to prison, right?
The guy I thought was guilty
has been set free.
We live in a topsy-turvy world.
If there's anything I can do...
No. No more.
I might be a widow, but I don't
want to be treated like one.
How about I take you
to dinner, then?
To be honest,
that's why I stopped by,
to ask you on a date.
I'm too old for dating games.
Can we just skip to the part
when you bring me home?
I mean, we're already here.
Something bothering you?
Eh, nothing worth discussing.
Well, now I'm curious.
It's just the Dryden case.
It's a coin flip.
Mm. Like most of the work we do?
Mm-hmm. As I said,
it's not worth discussing.
Your turn.
My bosses want me to do
an interview for Channel Four.
About the lawsuit and
the Mendozas and the Big Dig.
Hey, that's great.
What's the problem?
Is a good deed still a good deed
if you run around bragging?
Yeah. 'Cause this is
your career.
Being... being ambitious
isn't a sin.
"When ambition ends,
happiness begins."
Hey, the man who said that
is a monk,
lives in an abbey, barely spoke.
All right, you are a lawyer.
A little showmanship
is essential.
What if I panic or freeze up
or say the wrong thing?
You know how I've been
since the shooting.
Life has dropped
the worst in your lap,
and here you are
winning big cases.
What does that tell you?
That I got lucky.
That you can handle anything.
Got a news flash for you, Molly.
Gravy train's over.
You can tell the upstairs maid,
you can tell
the downstairs maid.
You can tell that
dickhead driver,
"Best to get off
at the next stop."
Slow down, Mr. Rohr.
I-I don't quite grasp
what you're meaning.
Time has come for
everybody in the castle
to save your own asses.
Subpoenas.
Got one for each of you.
Miss Murphy, if I were you,
I'd cooperate.
So, this ain't the end
I saw you again today
I had to turn my heart away...
Hey, Moustafa.
What happened to the BMW?
I hated that Nazi shitbox.
I'm a red, white and
blue-blooded patriot.
I drive American.
And right now, so do you.
Get in.
Fuck off.
Why you getting
so testy with me?
My girlfriend's 3,000 miles away
because of you.
Well, you're in luck.
It's time for Victoria Dryden
to come on home,
which is why I need you.
So I say again, with increasing
urgency and agitation,
get in.
No deal.
But I haven't even
laid out my terms.
No matter what you say,
the answer will be
an emphatic no.
Miss Hofmann, are you really
that confident?
Thank you for wasting
my time, Counselor.
Well, before you head back
to the Ponderosa,
here's an updated list
of the witnesses
we plan to call at trial.
Would have been nice to get this
to us a little sooner.
Apologies. We're spread
a little thin here.
You know, new cases every day.
She asked for
protective custody.
Jackie's handling that.
Which is what you
paid him for, right?
Anything Victoria says
about Dominique Zanghi
will be hearsay.
The 30-second incoherent,
drug-induced phone call
won't carry weight in court.
I'll make sure of that.
I doubt they'll ask
about Dominique.
They don't need to.
Victoria attacks your character,
we dismantle hers.
History of self-destructive
behavior.
Prescription medication
for mental health issues.
Might be our only viable option.
We used to fight,
Victoria and I.
Sometimes I even provoked her
to toughen her up.
Until now, I never realized...
...she truly hates me.
Sinclair...
if we're not tactical,
we could lose.
Sleep on this.
I need to find Victoria.
Gotta reason with her.
In the meantime, if my wife
asks about the case,
you do not mention my daughter.
Tell her that we are in...
We're in good shape.
Why?
Well, I don't want to give
Letitia a reason to worry.
We need to be tactical,
as you say.
Yeah?
I wanted to wish you luck
on the Dryden trial,
and offer some
unsolicited advice.
Oh, the best kind.
You probably think that you need
to focus on the male jurors;
That women are more likely
to believe women.
But the dividing line
is usually age.
Right. Young people tend
to identify with the victim
while old people, they think,
"Grow a pair of balls, kid."
We lost a case like this
back in Chicago.
Did a study to tighten up
our voir dire.
During your opening
and closing arguments,
aim for the gray hair.
Well, look at you being
all genuine and helpful.
You said we're not a team. Fine.
But a creep like Dryden
needs to be crushed.
Your Honor,
we are convened today
in the matter of the
Commonwealth v. Sinclair Dryden.
Mr. Ward, you may proceed
with your opening statement.
Sinclair Dryden raped women.
He drugged them, undressed them,
put a condom on his genitals,
and then he penetrated
their unconscious,
unconsenting bodies.
Now, does that make you
uncomfortable?
Good.
Perhaps it'll give you a sense
of how his victims felt.
I mean, the man poisoned women
for his own gratification.
Why? I do not know.
But that doesn't matter.
What matters is that
this happened.
You'll get to hear
how it happened
step by step, straight from
one of the women
whose life he infected.
Now, the defense
will most likely try
to shame this woman.
Convince you that she's
an opportunist, a liar,
or even weak.
Why? Because that's
the easiest way
to obscure the truth.
The witness is fully aware
that she will be ridiculed
and embarrassed and harassed.
But she still wants
to take the stand.
That should tell you
all you need to know.
She's willing to endure
more pain
just so she can stop
Sinclair Dryden.
Now, we have a mountain
of evidence
that will prove his guilt.
Toxicology reports,
surveillance cam footage.
Sworn testimony from key figures
of his staff.
Now, if all of this
doesn't demonstrate
a pattern of criminal behavior
beyond reasonable doubt,
Victoria Dryden...
Sinclair's own daughter...
will put her hand on a Bible
and tell you exactly
what kind of man her father is.
Let that sink in.
His own child thinks
he's a sexual predator.
You here about the lawsuit?
No. Take the money.
Take the house.
Whatever else you want.
Except the model airplanes.
Those are in the trash.
Then what are you doing here?
I came to say...
I'm sorry.
For hitting you.
That's not who I am.
Oh, I guess you want me
to apologize in return.
No. You had 30 years.
You lost your chance.
Your husband told me
to stay away, so I did.
Before that?
What would you like me
to have said?
That I was ashamed?
I don't even know.
I went to see your son.
Yeah, my brother.
Ah, he loves you.
Says you take care of him.
Which fucks me up even more.
With Junior I can be a parent.
With you,
I'll always be the villain.
No, there was good, too.
I remember.
Going to the playground
after church.
Sledding at Whitman Park
whenever there was enough snow.
Since I was 14, all I wanted
was an explanation
so I could stop blaming myself.
You know, make the hurt go away.
But seeing you
back at the house,
looking at you right now,
I realize that shit
doesn't really go away.
I just gotta learn
to live with it.
You shouldn't have done
what you did, Dad.
Not to your daughter.
Not to anyone.
Jennifer, if you didn't
know this before,
you should know it now.
You don't need jack shit
from me.
That's the first decent thing
you ever said to me, Dad.
Hello?
Letitia?
Hello?
Honey?
And Theseus killed the minotaur
with his bare hands.
Due to unforeseeable
circumstances,
the trial will be postponed.
This was very foreseeable,
Your Honor.
The defendant never should have
been granted bail.
But that's a moot point.
The defendant, he's unconscious
in a hospital bed.
We can't proceed without him.
We will resume when Mr. Dryden
is medically cleared
to stand trial.
Court is adjourned.
All rise.
I know, kid. It's fucked up.
Fucked up and more of the same.
This is what he does.
He gets away.
- What do you got?
- The notes you asked for.
Thank you.
Quiet on the set.
Do you need a minute?
- No. I'm ready, thank you.
- And in four,
three...
So, Ms. Quays, tell us
the ACLU's position
on this case.
Well, unions don't exist
to provide cheap labor
for corporations, or voting
blocks for politicians.
They exist to protect
their workers.
Which is why the construction
union's inaction
is beyond unacceptable.
Hernando Mendoza was the victim
of criminal negligence.
The union did nothing.
They've still done nothing.
The question we need
answered now is: Why?
Fuck.
Yeah, I knew
something was going on.
I'm not a total fucking idiot.
Well, I thought
you should hear it from me.
Or him.
Hell hath no fury
like a rich bitch
who didn't get her way.
Well, at least she had
the decency
to come and tell me the truth.
Yeah, her demented version
of the truth
to gaslight you and get at me.
I only told Jenny what
I thought she'd want to hear.
Nothing more.
I'm finished, so I'll leave.
Don't come looking for me
or I'll get a restraining order.
You knew what your boss
was doing to those poor girls
and you still went to work.
Well, no, no,
that-that was because...
You wanted to keep
fucking his wife.
There's no denying
I'm a piece of shit,
so I will resist the urge
to talk my way back
into your graces.
You sure?
You don't want to tell me
some story about
something your mom did
to fuck you up?
You're always hiding
behind your stories.
Yeah. Being with you
day after day,
I hear the same shit
over and over.
- No surprises.
- No surprises, Jen.
I could say the same
fucking thing about you.
I have a brother.
I saw my father again,
and I slept with someone.
You did what?
I slept with someone.
Out of spite.
But also 'cause I wanted to.
- Who?
- Doesn't matter who.
I disagree.
He's who I think he is, right?
- Right.
- Well,
there's a twist.
You're just as big
a piece of shit as I am.
Yep.
We're fuckin' perfect
for each other.
I'll pack a bag.
Mine's already packed.
I need out of this house.
Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.
I want to thank each of you
for your help,
your support, your hard work,
and most importantly,
your votes! Ha, ha!
Thank you.
Very well done, sir.
Good job at the Dryden trial.
There was no trial.
The defendant is comatose.
Because you were gonna win.
Sinclair knew that.
Surrendered.
Sliced open the underbelly.
Seppuku.
Ahh.
All those years
working with him,
collaborating on the same cases,
you didn't know
what he was doing?
No. But even if I did,
knowing isn't enough.
You could have done
some digging.
Could've found some proof,
like we did.
Yeah, well,
everything worked out
sweet as sugar in the end.
And good news,
I'm appointing you
interim District Attorney.
Why?
- That's really your response?
- That's really my response.
Because you're good
at this, Decourcy.
You're fierce and fearless,
and committed to doing
the right thing.
You're a massive ache
in the ass,
but there's no denying
you were built for this job.
I agree.
Something you should learn.
Being in charge means
you're always gonna
piss someone off.
Every decision makes
this person happy
and that person miserable.
I have no doubt you will excel
at the second part.
You know,
I find myself wondering
how Sinclair knew so much
about our investigation.
Felt like he had
someone on the inside
feeding him information
every step of the way.
I intend to look into that.
Thought you had a date tonight.
I did.
But I left.
Walked out of the restaurant
and came straight here.
Why would you do that?
You know, we get bugs when
you don't clean the stove.
Duly noted.
Chris, I'm sorry.
But after Russ Wallace
and-and Hank Signa
and the funerals
and the fuckin' bagpipes,
I just... I got scared,
and I took the easy way out.
And all that stuff
should have made me
hold onto you tighter.
And I think we should try again.
- You said no?
- Julietta, please.
Mom asked to be a family again,
and you said no?
Sweetheart,
we're still a family.
No, we're not, thanks to you!
- Aiden's right.
- Wait.
Give me a chance...
Ah, Miss Rohr,
so sorry for the wait.
Been a busy day.
So, what can I do for you?
I have a brother.
A half brother.
He's in a mental health
facility.
He's been there for years,
and I would like to become
his legal guardian.
When I said I wanted
to buy you dinner
to celebrate your
life-changing promotion,
this isn't quite what
I had in mind.
I was craving shrimp lo mein.
Lo mein is what you
normally eat.
I figured we could
do something special.
Look, I'm happy.
Deliriously happy.
But if I start thinking
I'm special
because of what I do, that would
just make me a dickhead.
Well, I feel special
on your behalf.
Here, let me run out
and grab the food.
You got a mouth on you,
Ms. Quays.
Talking shit about
the construction union on TV.
Words don't work with you.
So how do I get you
to take me seriously?
Drop it.
Drop it.
Now leave, or I will kill you.
All right.
Next time, I'll bring mine.
That's enough, Decourcy.
- How many times?
- I don't know.
How many times did
that man threaten you?
I don't know.
- More than once?
- Yes.
And you never told me?
- Oh, I couldn't.
- Why? Why, Siobhan?
I understand why you lied
about Lulu, but this?
Why would you bring up Lulu?
Because I don't like
being left in the dark,
- especially by you.
- There are things
that I need to handle myself.
And with all the bullshit
that's happened,
I was worried you'd run off
and do something reckless.
Reckless? Reckless?
What, you don't
trust my judgment?
Was I wrong?
Decourcy,
you almost shot that man.
Yes.
And I would've to protect you.
You know, when I first started
at the Bureau,
you-you took a bunch of us
out drinking.
You must've downed,
like, six whiskeys
in the first 30 minutes,
but if you were fucked up,
you kept that to yourself.
End of the night,
you gave us this speech
about how we were gonna see
a lot of bad shit.
And how, when the worst
of the worst happens,
pretty much everyone asks
the same three questions.
First, why me?
It's a reflex to the pain.
Uh, we think if, uh,
we understand
how something happened,
that the pain will go away.
But then, we take it up a notch.
"Why, God?"
It's desperate.
It's existential.
And the third
and final question:
What's for breakfast?
No matter how horrible
the atrocity,
people always forget.
They move on.
They adapt.
It's how we survive,
and it's why bad shit...
keeps happening.
But you told us
that we weren't allowed to ask
that third question.
That our job was
to never forget,
to-to never stop,
'cause what we do is
too important.
So we keep going,
when everybody else is at home
hugging their families.
And eating fucking quiche.
Your wife is gone.
Your daughter is gone.
But I'm here.
And I'm gonna be here
in this chair
every fucking day
until I drag your ass to prison
or to the fucking morgue.
And I know you can hear me
in there.
So fuck you for not responding.
"Whipping Post"
by The All man Brothers Band
I've been run down
I've been lied to
And I don't know why
I let that mean woman
make me a fool
She took all my money
Wrecks my new car
Now she's with one of
my good time buddies
They're drinking
in some crosstown bar
Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel
Like I've been tied
to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dying